Padma Medhani Patil (sweet_lime) wrote in afic, @ 2011-08-17 00:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed, character: michael corner, character: padma patil, player: bri, player: sarah |
Who: Michael Corner and Padma Patil
What: not much discussion + vacant stares
Where: Michael's mum's spare bedroom
When: Monday, August 15, 2005 (technically Tuesday) around 3 am [backdated]
Rating: low
Status: Threading
Padma was curled up asleep on the bed in the spare room, her attempt at hot toddies on the bedside table next to a flat of no longer warm, but still fresh biscuits on a plate next to them. Her cup was empty, and so was half of Michael's. To be honest, Padma hadn't really needed the alcohol so much as the escape. Angelina wasn't coming until the next day, but Padma didn't want to be around for Adrian's confessions to Anglina of whatever-he-felt-akin-to-love for her. Even being around Michael, who was not the same at all, was better than watching that. She didn't love Adrian, but the sudden end of their whatever-the-fuck-they-had dijointed her, especially when, for a brief moment, she could have imagined begging Adrian to erase every memory of the interrogation room from her mind, and knowing he would have willing done it had she just asked.
It wasn't right, though, not when she knew he loved someone else.
Padma had fallen asleep sometime around 2 a.m., unable to stay up and wait for Michael any longer. Her fight with Lavender had just heightened her need to be with Michael, if just to assuage some of her guilt. She didn't want to talk to him, just needed to be around him and assure herself that he was all right, and so was she, and there was at least someone in the world that wasn't expecting anything of her, or wanting to hurt her, or accuse her, or take something from her.